Ngumbara Love

Part 71 - There is no revenge

"Bring it to my hut. Didn't he ruin my stool? He must be responsible for everything.

"But, Sir! Look at kea ...!"

"Shut up, or I'll call the police."

Finally, Ozan simply obeyed the old man's orders. Andhra's body with great difficulty. Lucky old man wants to help him.

"So you live alone in this place?" ozan asked as he laid Andhra's body carefully.

"That's how, who wants to accompany this old man like a father. What's your name, son?"

"I'm Ozan, sir! And he is Andhra" Ozan replied. "What father's name?"

"Call me, Soleh!"

He is a friendly and kind person. Inner Ozan.

"Let me do it, sir!" Ozan stops Soleh's hand when he intends to open Andhra's shoe.

"I'll get you some eucalyptus oil." Mr. Soleh thorny, then took something on a buffer board that stuck perfectly on the bamboo wall.

Small bamboo-walled house that is imbued with embroidery, the floor of the house also looks clean even though it is only made of bricks that are lined up in such a way. Ozan was sitting restlessly on the side of the bed, the phone in his hand was completely useless, as it ran out of power. Andhra's cell phone went nowhere.

He occasionally looked at the nanar across the table, in a long chair made of rattan. Classic chairs that in fact seem more elegant than a luxurious sofa in the house of Ozan or Andhra.  There are no barriers in this house, there are no rooms, only a bulkhead made of bamboo walls separating between the kitchen and other spaces.

The only wooden bed with a floor mattress base, can be directly stripped by the eye since the first time you set foot in the house that is worthy of being called a hut.

"It seems your friend is having a lot of thoughts. Lots of tense muscles." Said Old Man while massaging a certain part of Andhra's body. "She must be very tired, I've tried to help with nerve massage therapy, hopefully it helps her blood circulation to smooth again. So, when he wakes up, his body is fit."

"Thank you, sir! We've been troubling you. Ozan faithfully accompanied Andhra, while applying eucalyptus oil.

"Was the streets here always deserted, sir! At least we got a ride home." Ozan stared out of the house, just a dim light on the side of the road. Not a single vehicle passed through, even if there were, only large trucks loading goods. The house is also a little far from the neighbors.

"This is how things are here, quiet and away from the crowd. That's why you feel comfortable to stay." Soleh smiled sincerely. One thing Ozan knows, this guy has a very good personality. Worshipful, forgiving and helpful.

Andhra's frail body is now beginning to react, Pak Soleh implying water to Andhra's face, after a massage.

"Andhra, are you conscious?" Ozan is approaching.

Andhra got up from the bed, blinked her eyes repeatedly, then stared at all sides of the room, like a daze, Andhra stared around.

"Ozan, where are we?"

"Thank God, you still recognize me." Ozan immediately helped Andhra sit down.

"Drink this first, son! Let your body come back fresh. And you better rest first, so that your condition will recover soon." Andhra received a glass of leatherback offered by Mr. Soleh. One glass has been washed out by Andhra. Ozan receives an empty glass and puts it on the table.

Andhra moves the limbs, one unusual thing. His body feels light, will not usually ache if you pass out, why not now? Andhra immediately stood up, re-moving her limbs.

"Why Ndhra? You should've boiled it again, why stand up?" Wonderful Ozan.

"I felt something different from my body, it felt very light, even my head was not dizzy as usual." Andhra still moves her limbs in turns.

"really that? Wahhh, it turns out that Mr. Soleh is very good. He's the one who massaged you earlier, which means the massage is very powerful." Enthusiastic Ozan gave two thumbs up to Pak Soleh.

"Don't overdo it, maybe that's what it's called 'brim, '" Mr. Soleh threw a smile, then headed for the kitchen.

"Why?" Ozan Beo.

"That's a term, if someone is undergoing treatment and with the permission of Allah SWT get healing, then it is called 'abstinence'" explained Andhra.

"That's right!Now, eat this first," Mr. Soleh has returned with a plate of boiled cassava.

"We're troubling you." Andhra felt bad.

If I'm the same he's very talkative, but if, meeting parents, always friendly without exception. Inner Ozan.

"But ... I am a guest who brings bad luck. Many plants are damaged because of me."Andhra lowered her head, it felt so heavy to carry the heavy burden of guilt.

"You remember Ndhra? Then, do you remember why it was until your illness suddenly relapsed?"

"Disease?" Mr. Soleh looked at Andhra and Ozan alternately.

"Yes, this friend of mine has a strange illness, he's going through a prolonged psychological trauma."

"Ozan!"

Andhra stared dislikefully at Ozan. Doesn't Ozan always keep his disgrace? Why now tell a stranger.

"That's normal and natural to happen to everyone." Mr. Soleh Back pat Andhra on the shoulder. "Eat the cassava, I'll come back with a cup of coffee. Relax your mind, make yourself as comfortable as possible here." Mr. Soleh patted back Andhra's shoulder, then stood towards the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, Ndhra, because seeing your condition improving from before, I thought that if you could just do this massage therapy, you'd make a full recovery" Ozan half-whispered

"How could you think that?" Andhra whispered too.

"When you passed out earlier, he kept doing massage therapy on you, and look at the results. You even look fresh. Usually you will experience amnesia while sometimes you even forget who I am. And worse yet, you're powerless only to wake up if you don't take the medicine. But today, you can wake up and remember everything easily."

Andhra paused for a moment, confirming Ozan's words.

"This is the coffee, please drink." Black coffee was on the table. Mr. Soleh has also sat back down, entertaining guests cheerfully.

"Soleh sir, we're really troubling you. And we also want more trouble." Ozan stared at Andhra at a glance. "Look, I have seen Mr. Soleh's ability in terms of massaging. If possible, I hope Mr. Soleh is willing to help Andhra. Giving massage therapy so my friend can heal."

"Young people. Massage therapy is not a cure for psychological trauma."

"I know, but almost all of our psychologists came, the result was still. Nought." Andhra breathed a heavy breath. Ozan seems to be so persistent in fighting for Andhra to get massage therapy from Pak Soleh.

"But ...!"

"I once read, that the benefits of massage can also be to relieve anxiety.In addition to lowering blood pressure, massage therapy is also very useful to reduce the symptoms of excessive anxiety. Especially in people with anxiety disorders like this friend of mine.

People with GAD are usually easily tired, exhausted, and often have stomach pain due to their own thoughts. But after a massage, his mind turned out to be much calmer. In fact, experts reveal that the benefits of massage are as great as psychotherapy."

"You love your friend so much, apparently!" Mr. Soleh looked at Andhra who had been silent since then without a sound.

"So, Mr Soleh agrees?"

"God willing!"

"Do you have any bad memories from the past?"  Andhra's hands clenched tightly, her jaw hardening to the point of a red tinge on her face.

"Click, Son! Don't let you cultivate a grudge in your heart."

Andhra turned his head for a moment, looking into his eyes as if asking how Mr. Soleh could know that.

"I have long eaten the sweet sourness of life. My wrinkled face is not just shrunken without a long journey."

Slowly Andhra's hands back in bloom, it did not escape the attention of Mr. Soleh.

"Click, Son! Let go of that grudge and live well."

"I ... Me!"

Not finished Andhra replied, the light of a car penetrated into the house. It seems that Mr. Soleh is in the midst of another guest.

"Assalamualaikum, Mr. Soleh!" A girl's voice sounded familiar in Andhra's ears.

"Youyou...!"

To be Continued.....